#43 and #44, Phyllis and Ed.

They lived around the corner from us during the '80s. An older couple, friends of my dad's. I'm not sure how he ever met them, but they were such interesting folks. Ed had a cool replica of the Maltese Falcon. He was soft-spoken and always smelled so sweetly of the cigars he incessantly smoked. Phyllis was a brassy, cackling woman with short silvery-blonde hair and a cigarette always burning away in the ashtray (and sometimes even in her hand!). She made the most killer lentil soup, that to this day i struggle to re-create. They always drank martinis, and i have no idea what happened to them.